Underneath the big tall
oak, fantails flit and flutter,
showing off their tails to other birds.
On top of the rusty old shed
cicadas rub their wings making the music
of an orchestra.
Beside the cracking sand, salty
water smells of
fish and seals.
Beside the clean chair
Blankets sway in the wind,
As silky as my mum’s top.
Beside the dry old grass
The Ōtakaro is as dirty as washing
that's been there for days.
On top of the couch I snuggle up
a movie with my family.
I come from Ōtautahi,Christchurch.